“Don’t do this,” she said quietly. “You’re not going to like what you find.”
I didn’t answer him. I simply pushed him away and walked towards the car.
The drive was a blur. I don’t remember traffic lights or stop signs, just my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my fingers ached. When I arrived at the school, I jumped out and ran inside. The receptionist was startled to see me.
“He’s in the principal’s office,” she said quietly.
I hurried to the principal’s office and entered without knocking.
The girl was sitting across from Frank.
She looked about 13, taller and thinner, but it was her.
“Mom?” he whispered.
I crossed the room in seconds and fell to my knees in front of her.
“My Grace,” I sobbed, pulling her into my arms.
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